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Pedro explaining to Francis how it’s going with his new girlfriend using only the words from Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix.

Francis: How are you?
 
Pedro: Well 
 
Francis: How’s that new girl? She’s not another one of those crazy chicks, is she? You’re like a magnet.
 
Pedro: She’s walking through the clouds.
 
Francis: At least she has a job.
 
Pedro: With a circus, mind.
 
Francis: Don’t knock it, that’s a career.
 
Pedro: That’s running round.
 
Francis: Is she into all that theatre artsy farty stuff?
 
Pedro: Butterflies and zebras…
 
Francis: Oh man.
 
Pedro: …and moonbeams and fairy tales.
 
Francis: Jesus. Still, at least she’s open minded.
 
Pedro: That’s all she ever thinks about.
 
Francis: So you’re climbing the walls, naturally.
 
Pedro: …Riding with the wind.
 
Francis: But she’s good yeah?
 
Pedro: When?
 
Francis: You know what I mean, you sad git.
 
Pedro: I’m sad?
 
Francis: Exactly. So anyway, you go round to hers and call out a pizza.
 
Pedro: She comes to me.
 
Francis: Oh, OK. And she’s working, so I’m guessing she paid the bill.
 
Pedro: With a thousand.
 
Francis: Fucking hell!
 
Pedro: (smiles)
  
Francis: And you end up staying the night?
 
Pedro: She gives to me free.
 
Francis: How was the sex?
 
Pedro: It’s all right.
 
Francis: That’s what you say.
 
Pedro: She says it’s all right.
 
Francis: And she’s paying for everything? What’s the deal? What does she say?
 
Pedro: “Take anything you want from me”.
 
Francis: Anything?
 
Pedro: Anything.

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Three Word Story

“You don’t understand your power over the common man,” said Alistair Campbell.

The words seemed to echo endlessly around their cell. Digging a tunnel had proved fruitless and oddly phallic. Finding a vein had been the laborious task ahead, but they opted to forge ahead while singing “We Are The Champions”.

It wasn’t until they stopped singing that they realised they were never going to see Gdansk. In the dark, damp silence, the candles sputtered

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